Can't Keep Spring, Can't Keep You

Summary

It was our 99th wedding, and Sebastian was late again.

As I calmed our guests, his mentee Nina texted: "Vivi, don’t wait—he’s not coming. Do you know why he proposed? I got a boyfriend; he was mad, and you were just his tantrum. He regretted it right away, hence the excuses and 98 standups. Isn’t it time to quit?"

I said nothing—no screams, no breakdown. I just watched Sebastian rush in, still in his white lab coat.

"Data fluctuation," he said flatly. "I’m late."

I’d heard that too many times. He didn’t apologize, just grabbed candy from the favor bowls.